When you find an empty yoghurt pot AND SPOON on a bedroom floor, it doesn’t take Sherlock Holmes to work out what happened in our house. Now, the humans are too well trained to leave it there. To be fair one of them doesn’t eat yoghurt, one would have hidden the yoghurt pot underneath something and the other has been taught not to do things like that – I’ll leave it to you to work out which is which. That leaves Shadow, myself and Aristotle. Now, we all like yoghurt but the giveaway is the spoon. Neither Shadow not I would have taken a spoon with us. We’d just have taken the yoghurt. When I challenged Ari he just shrugged and said he wouldn’t answer any questions without his lawyer being present. I’ve lived with him for three and a half years and I have to say I wouldn’t put it past him to have secured himself a lawyer and have them available on speed dial. Our Mistress decided that the case was closed and that she wouldn’t be pressing charges. This is why he is 
not allowed free access to roam around the house. You just don’t know what he’s going to do next. This is a photo of him trying to get to open the fridge door. The fridge is the upper part of the fridge freezer and even standing up he was finding it hard to reach, so he found a solution to the problem.
Years ago our Mistress collected clocks and, alarmingly for us, she has rediscovered her passion for them. Not only do we have to contend with the loud ticking and regular cuckoos from the cuckoo clock which is approximated eight hours and fifteen minutes wrong, but she has started the grandfather clock and that is set to a completely different time. She is definitely becoming a contender for the most eccentric person I know, but I guess I’ve known that for a while.
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